Bob is my 80 year old grandfather, but I call him Bob instead of grandfather. Always have. I moved from my parent's house in January 2010 to Bob's house. Bob is eccentric, even as far as old men go. I always appreciated it, but I was never quite exposed to it this much. Now, I want everyone to know about my experiences. You may laugh, but I shake my head. All of these short stories are true. They are not fabricated or exaggerated. They are Bob at his finest. If 'finest' is the right word
Sunday, June 9, 2013
In-Family Racism
So, I
moved back in with Bob today after two years of being away. One of the
first things I noticed upon entering the house was his refrigerator.
There were two baby pictures in particular that caught my attention. I
asked him why he had them up. He replied, "I like those baby pictures of
Mia." The only problem: they are not baby pictures of his 11 year old
adopted granddaughter and my sister. They are pictures of a random baby
of Asian heritage. Nothing like a little in-family racism to get the
summer started right.
